Cloud is melting again
I’m in city of closed drain
City is now halted wain
Everyone is in strain
Traffic is always a pain
Now Road is full of hurdle
Notorious Potholes
Open Manholes
Knocked poles
Pits and holes
I can’t find road in holes
See road is now puddle
Fallen tree
I am busy bee
I want to flee
I have only one twee
Rain is no more glee,
with this huddle.
My cloth will not dry
I want to cry
No matter how much I try
I am full of fury
I don’t want to pry
But this rain is twaddle.
With this mar
I throw my bag in car
Come out on tar
Clouds are far
Drops & me are in war
This war is not doddle
I want to harm
I open my arm
With eyes on rain’s perm
But rain has special charm
Charm like mother’s warm
My pains dwindle
Now I am again a child
Now I’m again wild
But my soul is now mild
And my heart felt old gild
I reinvent an old guild,
with rain’s fondle.
I have no fury
Now I am not in hurry
Rain makes pain blurry
Rain helps to hide heart’s injury
Rain, I want to say you sorry
I’m in dark and Rain is candle.
– Dev B
Devesh 
Leave a comment